The Devil Drinks Frappes

Chapter 4

They say that if you're awake at 3am, then you're either lonely or in love. I was neither lonely nor in love, but that didn't keep me from staring at the ceiling at 3:21am. The soft glow of the city street lights peeked from behind my curtains, as if to say Hey, were here! Don't forget that the city never sleeps! You aren't the only one awake!

Warren kept crossing my mind. His blue-grey eyes seemed to stare back into mine when I thought about him. Clearly, it was a horrible idea for him not to serve me my alcohol - if he had, I would have most likely followed the margarita with a bottle of wine as soon as I laid foot in my apartment, resulting in me being far too drunk to even think about thinking. I picked up my iPhone and unlocked it, shielding my eyes from the near celestial brightness. 

The little slip of paper that fell out of my wallet sat on my nightstand, mocking me with it's small, blue handwriting that appeared as if he'd written it on an unstable surface.. I snorted at his comment about my perpetual pissed-ness. His existence infuriated and attracted me, all at the same time. I punched his number into my dialer and pushed call.

"Um... hello?" A groggy, husky voice seeped through the speaker. I could hear the groans that followed, which was a side effect of being woken out of your slumber at ungodly hours of the morning.

"I'm calling to let you know I'm absolutely enraged with you. But I'd also like to go out."

"What the... Marjorie?"

"Yes." I felt bad for calling him so early (or late, depending on your perception of time), but it had to be done to preserve my mental sanity. 

There's a pause. I could picture him squinting at his clock, muttering curses to himself. "You do realize that it's 3 in the morning, correct?"

"Of course I do. What sort of idiot do you take me for?" Something about the man made me want to fight with every word that came out of my mouth. 

He laughed, an enormous sigh following suit. "Look, I'm a working man, and I need working men sleep so I can continue to be a man with work tomorrow. So, I'd be more than ecstatic to have an in-depth conversation with you at any other time, I really would, but I'm freakin' tired."

"Why are you so difficult? You told me to call you."

A groan. "Any person in their right mind would know that 'call me' means 'call me at a decent hour when people are actually awake and not in the middle of dreaming about their secret celebrity crushes.'"

I suddenly felt childish all over again. "Sorry. I just wanted to speak to you for crying out loud." It would have been a less embarrassing situation if I was drunk or high, but sadly, I was in a sober state, body wise. 

He was silent for what seemed like Forever. "I'll tell you what. I should still be alive at a normal time of the day later if nothing happens to me within the next few hours, so I can call you then. We'll make a plan or something. Just let a guy get his beauty rest!"

I harrumphed. I wanted to see him now, now, now. "That doesn't sound like a completely nimrod idea," I said, pouting like a five year old who had just been denied a piece of candy.

"Goodnight, Marjorie Simon."

"Goodnight, Warren the Waiter."

Kendra greeted me as per usual in the morning, my cup of coffee perched in it's reserved spot on the granite counter.The ponytail had been traded out for beach curls. She was dressed in a decorative pink instead of a drab blue or gray like she always did. She was also wearing light colored slacks and pink heels. I stared, utterly perplexed. "Are those... my heels?" I could've sworn they were my Jimmy Choo's that I'd bought a few month ago.